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Post by boozer on Jul 7, 2019 22:27:34 GMT
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Compile all the shit that stacks on your plate on a daily basis and you got one hell of a shit salad. Nothing was ever easy. Not the pangs of loyalty or the edge of betrayal, but something had to happen. Something had to shake loose. Everything down to the foundation was stagnant bullshit. Takoda was never going to change. Takoda was never going to see Boozer as "The Guy." Booezer knew that. He knew his days of climbing up the ranks were over.
Maybe it was because he was a washout and a drunk. Came with the gift he was given. But that didn't change the fact that Takoda was never going to see him as leadership material and Boozer was ambitious. Boozer wanted respect and power and all the shit that came along with that. A nice seat at the table and the knowledge that he had earned it. Tossing out his cigarette he walked casually up to the garage. The bay door was open and there were a few mechanics doing their mechanic thing. Playing with their little wrenches and lugnuts.
Boozer wasn't here for a tune up. He bypassed the garage and headed straight for the office. He had seen the slender shape through the window. Typing up files and putting away paperwork. The garage might've been just a front but it did earn. There were business records that had to be put away and boss lady herself was sitting there putting them away. Maybe she just didn't trust the clerical work to a monkey with a tire iron.
Boozer walked into the office with a knock before letting himself in uninvited. "Got a minute?" He asked, not really giving a shit what her answer was. He stepped inside and closed and locked the door. He was a stranger here. Paddling out into the deep water with his little floaties on and hoping the wave didn't take him under. If it did.... It wouldn't be the first drink he had all day. Boozer closed the blinds looking all to conspicious. He didn't have on his cut. Just a white t-shirt, some jeans and a pair of white sneakers so clean they looked like something from outer space.
"I got a business proposition for you Ms. Milton. Rival gang pushing their way into your turf and you don't know shit about it. I got all the info.... It's yours for a price." He said smiling. Getting right down to business. Boozer was never one to waste his own time, and he knew better than to waste this woman's time. The stories he heard.....Well lets just say if he was a little kid laying in bed it wouldn't be the boogyman he was looking for in the closet. He would be afraid it was the boogeylulu coming to get him. She was a god damned monster if the stories were true. Looking at her now he could only imagine her naked. Do a deal with the devil and you're bound to end up a sinner. He wouldn't mind saying a few hail marries if he got to lay next to that.
"You're about to stick your tit in a hornet's nest. There's a shit storm coming and you need an umbrella. Just consider me a door to door umbrella salesman." His metophors were off the wall, but he was half drunk surging with power in case shit went sideways. He could fail a breathalyzer from across the room without even touching it. But that's what made him feel so confident standing here about to stick his dick in the same hornet's nest.
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Club Matriach
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Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jul 9, 2019 4:09:22 GMT
You could have all the bodies in the world to fight in a shit storm. Bullets flying or bones to be broken and they were around her in a seconds notice. However when it came to paper work not a damn soul had come to help her and it was like a fucking ghost town. Sure William and Buster were working a shift rebuilding a motor in the garage, she could hear the dumb jokes and sarcastic remarks. There were piles and piles of invoices from the past 6 years in empty oil boxes around the room. To make matters worse it was hat as fuck and the ac had busted so mouse had left to get another.
She stripped of her jacket and hung it off the desk chair with a deep groan of annoyance. She wasn't in heels for once but instead from tennis shoes that went with the short cut off jean shorts. She was wearing a black tank top that said hustler across the chest. Her makeup was perfect but her hair was in a lazy and messy bun as she moved and got papers organized. In the back of her mind she heard someone come in but didn't look up. "If you're here for you car you need to wait in the visitors lounge."
She spoke but then she heard the door shut and lock with a click. Thats when she stood straight and turned around taking away this strangers view of her ass. Leaning against the desk she looked at him over the rim of her reading glasses at the man and carefully listened to his words. The smell of booze filled her nostrils as he stepped a bit closer. Honestly she wasn't really worried about being stuck in the room with him but he did have unsettling information.
Lulu and the Fools had gotten news of the saints and it was true they were pushing the boarders. Keeping every spare hand busy to hold the perimeter. "So you have all this mysterious info and you wanna come to help us out. Typically I'm the devil that everyone makes the deal with. So tell me what is it that you want for this miraculous info. Dont waste my time baby its far to valuable to be spent on small talk." There was a slight amused smirk on her lips and she blew a strand of hair from in front of her eyes.
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Post by boozer on Jul 9, 2019 22:43:20 GMT
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"What makes you think I want to small talk?" His question almost sounded accusational and rude. She assumed that he was here to chat her up and his intentions were purely business. "It's quite simple really." He said rubbing his bearded chin. "You want valuable info. I want a valuable seat at your table. The Vice President's patch and all the profit and power that goes along with it. You're going to seat me at the table as your right hand."
Boozer didn't pull any punches. He certainly didn't waste her time. He cut right to the point. The point being that she needed him a lot more than he needed her. He wanted to move up in the world and the Fool's Dice Club had a nice little reputation for being the people to know in this town. It wasn't like the Saints were hicks from the backwoods, but they didn't carry the same clout as the reaper. Boozer must've known this all along, and essentially used his position in the Saints to rise up. Knowing damn well that he was going to switch sides when it benifited him the most.
Boozer had no interest in building the Saints into the empire that the fools were already established. That shit took time and work and for him it was grunt work. He wasn't going to rise higher than member and he knew that. The Black Saints were going to rise up from his blood sweat and tears and he wouldn't have had shit to show for it. Boozer and Takoda never really got along. Not really. There was always some tension there and weather it was grudge or judgement that kept him with Takoda's boot on his neck Boozer was more than happy to sell him out to get himself a nice cushy spot in another gig.
He had learned enough with his time in the Saints to be considered trustworthy. He had his finger on the pulse of a lot of goings on and things that could ruin a club if put into the wrong hands. "I can tell you that your gun shipments are about to get high jacked. There are several police raids on a few of your clubs.... Clubs with questionable paraphernalia lying about. One of your members is a snitch police informant and to top it all off..... I can give you a dynamite recipe for fruitcake. See baby? I'm a fountain of information. So why don't you put it to good use. I'll take one of those snazzy leather jackets and a Vice President's patch."
Boozer said. As he finished his pitch he pulled an envelope out of his back pocket. He tossed it on the desk. Inside was a cassette tape with a wire tap conversation about a raid on the Diamond Club. A gift from him to her. The tape was acquired only 10 minutes ago actually. He noticed an FBI jacket taking a piss behind a tree before getting back into a surveillance van across the street. Boozer took it upon himself to knock on the back door of the van and take out the guys inside.
They were all alive though tied up and gagged. He wasn't flying fool's colors, and though he looked like one of them there was nothing linking the Fool's Dice Club to the assault. Just a concerned citizen taking up his issues with big brother listening. The envelope hit the table with a slight thud. Boozer smirked proudly before walking over to the file cabinet and grabbing a stereo boombox and setting it on her desk. "Give it a listen. And you tell me if I'm wasting your time." The conversation in question was between a low level prospect named Rory and one of the members. Who Boozer wasn't quite sure. He didn't know these assholes on a personal level yet, but it was pretty damning to say the least. He took the liberty of reliving the FBI of their only copy of the tape.
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OCCUPATION
Club Matriach
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Jul 10, 2019 16:43:37 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jul 10, 2019 16:43:37 GMT
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notes here [attr="class","kikan"]  From the minute the man walked in and announced himself the gears in her head were turning. How she could use him as some patsy of pawn the the chess game she was playing from her throne. The smirk stayed for a few moments only to fade into a un amused expression. These were all things that made her unhappy to hear and she turned and flipped the desk with enough force to send it flying into the wall. The metal warped and twisted in the action before she reached and grabbed the tape off the floor. Using her her hand she crushed the bit of plastic into dust and let her gaze fall on boozer. "You sure are asking a pretty penny for all this info. I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume you are part of the enemy problem we've been having. Some thing it would take balls to pull this stunt but me I see a coward. One who wants me to give him something he didn't earn." She spoke as she stepped closer to him. "Someone who has turned Rat on his own brothers. Who is to say you wouldn't do the same to me?" Lulu spoke as she stopped right in front of him and smirked. "Still fools always rush in without second thoughts so I guess you got some qualifications." Reaching around him to a box behind his back she pulled out a Leather jacket. Pushing it against his chest she let her blue eyed gaze look up at him. "You will have to wait for the patch until its current owner comes back from his business. Until this we can go have a drink in the clubhouse were the AC actually works." Pushing the man aside she moved out of the garage office and headed into the clubhouse. Shit was gonna be super tense when Shawn got back but Lulu was already working out her plan. You didn't try to cheat the devil and twist her arm. Wasn't really good for your future as Boozer would come to know. As the bar she pulled out some shot glassed. Sitting at a bar stool she poured some shots and spun around in the seat to hand one to the man. He already smelled like a barrel of jack but another drink never hurt anyone. "Cheers to new business partners."Downing a shot after she spoke she coughed a bit as the burn hit her and she leaned back against the bar in her seat. The club was quiet and empty for the moment so at least she had time to think about this. .☽[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/TyUZes4.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] |
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Jul 10, 2019 21:50:44 GMT
Post by boozer on Jul 10, 2019 21:50:44 GMT
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Boozer did not confirm or deny her suspicions about where he got the info. "Assume whatever the hell you want." He said rather rudely. He wasn't here to piggyback off her success. Everything that Boozer was asking for he figured he had earned. If he didn't earn his spot here he had certainly put in the work to earn it in his own club.
Boozer saw the distrust in her face, but that would come with time. He didn't expect to be her most trusted ally right off the back. In fact he downright expected this reaction. She wasn't a stupid woman and you didn't get to be where she was without learning to be a little paranoid.
He wasn't going to say anything about the Saints at all. Until she pushed his buttons calling him a rat and a coward. Boozer liked to keep his business his business. Spilling his shit on the streets did nothing but make him look weak and make his club look like they got one over on him, but at her words he snapped. "I ain't no fucking rat. He shouted. Punching the filing cabinet beside him without taking his eyes off Lulu. The filing cabinet crushed in like a tin can on itself.
They left me to die. Shit got real and the club member who was supposed to have my back left him to die." Surrounded by cops and bleeding pretty bad. It wasn't fatal but at the time it had sure looked like it.
Boozer couldn't put his trust in a club like that. He wouldn't put his life on the line for a club like that. "I got no love for those cowards. They betrayed me first." Boozer said doing everything but spitting on the ground at the mention of the Saints. He was tired of protecting the small amount that Takoda had managed to achieve and he was looking to bigger and better. And that was the truth.
He followed Lulu to the bar and sat down. his a look at the jacket he slipped it on over his shoulders and downed a glass of whiskey. It burned the back of his throat and he had to admit the jacket fit pretty good. It was only a matter of time before other fools came into the clubhouse though and wanted to know who this fucking stranger was wearing their hard earned logo.
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